The night is a curtain
that doesn’t belong to you.
You always pretend
that this curtain is your own property.
But, in fact, this curtain enshrouds you
and all the creatures.
Not a shred of evidence that this curtain renders you
a mere scintilla.—A tiny dwarf
waiting for aurorean lights.
But, it is really too late to wait
because you have already dwarfed yourself
when you pretended that the night is your own property.